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Dragon Stone
The sun glistened over the oak and pine trees as frost lingered on the forest from the night before. The mountains were only sprinkled with snow creating a luminescent glitter along the ridge. If one were to climb on top of the mountain, one would see the valley where the villagers resided. This was known as the world of Magia Terra meaning “Magic World '' this is, of course, just a small portion of it. The province of “Valley Ridge '' The villagers were often referred to as “Ridgers” Ridgers were a peaceful people and were one of the few provinces that still lived in peace with the Dragons. The dragons were some of the largest dragons in Magia Terra. Dragons are more peaceful than people have thought over the centuries, they were similar to those of bears from earth. You do not bother them and they do not bother you. It was a common practice for the Ridgers and the dragons. It was one of the fewer provinces that M still had not influenced. Ridgers believed that the true heir of the throne was Cyrus. M was learning magic at a young age, but then she had turned into the dark side of magic. She started to create a group of followers. M had killed Cyrus’s parents and Prince Cyrus was forced to flee. He knew that if M had the chance she would kill him too, he snuck out of the castle as tears poured down his face knowing he would not be seeing his parents again and that he was alone. M had wanted to kill Cyrus because he would be next in line on the throne. So as a six year old Cyrus was surviving on his own he met his horse. He barely made it, when the sun had shown down on him and he was chosen to be a guardian to protect Magia Terra and since the age of six Cyrus was training to be a guardian with the Elder guardians. The guardians were humans which possessed magical powers to help protect Magia Terra from evil including M. M had taken over the castle and since then her black magic had infected the land around the castle. The land became dead and unusable. The bricks of the castle had slowly over time become black like coal. The elements chose someone worthy to wield their power. The guardians would gain their magical powers by exposing themselves in the elements. Cyrus was blessed by the element of the Sun, so every time he was outside and the sun was shining his powers would recharge. One day Cyrus would step up to M and he would be the rightful king once more and the world would be back in order. This brought hope to the people. Rumors of him starting an uprising were floating giving more hope to the people of the valley.
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